grits.

Our new friends from Georgia made us grits last night. They couldn't believe that we hadn't ever tasted their southern goodness before. So they prepared us some right there on the spot.

We had the buttery, cheesy, bacon-filled version, which apparently is only slightly inferior to the buttery, cheesy, shrimp-covered version.

Not exactly what we expected, the grits are still a bit questionable for Ryan and I. We probably won't add them to our weekly grocery list, but who knows, we are going to be living down here for three years. Maybe they'll grow on us.